He used me,
Like I was worth nothing, but I am worth more than he will ever know.
The first time I met him, he was different.
Warmhearted, and even funny. Not the lion he is today.
He will take whatever you give, and take whatever he wants; his words were like music to my ears, my heart vulnerable, my mind gullible.
Deceived I was, his first impression an act, I am the lamb who fell for the lion.
In the dark, eerie room, of an empty house, it was silent.
Except for his voice in my ear, his breath on my face, the sound of my heart, and the breathing of us both.
For the years I had known him it lead to this,
The loss of something I can never get back.
He used me.
Persuaded me with his words, saying how we wouldn’t get caught, I wouldn’t get pregnant, nobody will find out, we wont get in trouble, come on.
After all those words, I was undecided, limp like a wet leaf on a branch, sitting on his lap.
His eyes were wondering, trying to read my face, looking at my body, planning what he would do with me.
His hands were on my waist, near the small of my back, rubbing up and down as if trying to reassure me it would be ok.
It wasn’t.
I was still undecided.
He kept the words flowing, I was falling for his tricks, my mind was telling me no, my body was saying yes.
I could smell the salt of the tears coming down my cheeks, for the decision I was about to make, did not only affect me.
It ached inside me; I was being used, to his advantage, to satisfy his needs.
But what was I getting in return? Nothing, but that quickly left my mind, I was falling into his arms, the bed of a monster.
The darkness was inviting, the sun beginning to set, but for some reason the empty house screamed at me to turn away.
His words soon ended, he had said enough, he made me feel that he needed me, wanted me, that this was best.
I decided, yes. Realizing it was a mistake, it was already too late.
The time passed the tears ceased.
To furious with myself for words, I just let him have his way with me, deciding whatever consequence I faced would be punishment enough.
He used me.
I saw what the consequences could be, I knew I was too young, but his words, his expirence, and him being older, gave him the advantage.
He used me.
And I being inexperienced, and gullible,
Let him.
I am the lamb who fell for the lion, and ended up dead.
I was lifeless inside, full of malice and rage,
Maybe even a child of my own.
He used me, and I
Let him.
This was to be his and my secret.
But I wasn’t keeping it anymore. I couldn’t let him take all the blame, because
I let him.
And he knew I would all along.
I am the lamb who fell for the lion, and ended up loosing, more than the lion will ever know.
Lions stay lions until their actions fire back, and as for me I am still a lamb trying to find my Shepard.
Lucky that I don’t have a heard of my own, but sad at the loss.
The lion finds pride in what he gets from his prey, and never looks back at his victims or considers their feelings.
He is selfish, ruthless, and lethal.
The lion does anything to satisfy his lusts.
He is the lion.
He used me,
And knew I would let him all along.